• Maybe we'll never learn?
The fire at the gates is our saving grace. Remember, we were born to burn. There is a holy hell, where we can save ourselves. •
You named them hustlers, killers, fiends, ex-cons
I called them cousins, aunts, pops, moms
To you? Hoodlums, crackheads, gunmens
To me? Just neighbors, classmates, young friends
my hand has experienced that of struggle, fear, and isolation. but is an embodiment of love, acceptance and development.